The train

The first time, we went to that playground with the little train, Kuno couldn’t walk. Every time it wasn’t a pleasure there: too many kids, too hot and a mostly miserable Kuno. This time it couldn’t have worked out better. His two girls were with him and they played together most of the time without parental compulsory attendance, so the adults had some time to sit in the sun and relish the afternoon, watching the kids and being astonished how big they’ve gotten over the winter.